Moving back and forth, the moon throws shadows Across the noisy room. People scream as glasses clink. Inky blackness sweeps over the crowd, and as Their mouths keep moving, the noise stops. Their features Are twisted; their gaping mouths and eyes gnarled Figures in my mind. Suddenly I realize it is not them who Have changed, it’s me. Looking in the mirror there is not The person I have come to know as myself. Someone Better? The image of a young girl stretched over a Hideously ugly, ominous creature. As soon as the Thoughts have escaped my mind, the flesh on the mirrored Image melts away, revealing a terrible creature with Blackened skin and red bulging eyes. I realize with horror That this is me, and as I try to scream nothing escapes My mouth but a venemous rasp full of hate and anguish. Those in the room I had seen as distorted now look at me – I am the monster. I try to stop them, but as I do flames Shoot out my mouth, scorching those who are brave enough To get close to try and help me. But how can they if I can’t Change myself from this monster?